An Empty Bed

Heavy heartbeats Inside my chest; Across the sheets: A living unrest (I do detest). And gasping sighs Slip from my heart: Endless goodbyes That will never start (Not on your part). And fingertips Wanting to feel, Wanting those lips, Wanting their steel (You always conceal). And an aching head That can’t accept This empty bed:…

Lost in Time

The ebony sheets were folded neatly at the end of the bed, their many tassels swaying limply as they dragged themselves across the mottled carpet. Beside them, stacks of crumbling books stood alongside each other, their spines now barely legible, and their contents faded. In their shadow, there were a number of strange ornaments I…

Who We Are

It wasn’t a particularly old lock. By all reasoning, it should have held fast for another ten years, but the rust from the heavy snow had weakened it, seeping through the mechanisms and loosening the screws. I only hit it three times. I used the back of my shoe… a professional might have used a…

Stare Into Me

In the stories, it’s always some great castle or mansion: a huge, towering structure that looms over the entire village. Its stone walls will have crumbled almost completely to the ground, and thick ivy will coat every crack and window. It’ll creak and seem to sway eerily in the wind as it’s lit up by…

An Uncanny Ending

It was a still night. The pitiless storms that had raged for the past fortnight had finally ceased, leaving in their absence an unerring sense of quiet. It was unnatural, the way it rang through the streets and the houses, louder than the most vigorous rainfall or the unsettling rumble of thunder. Even the owls…

Not My Fault

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again! It’s not my fault!” Mrs O’Donnell sighed, leaning back against her wicker chair. “You can say it a hundred times, dear. It’ll never be what I want to hear, though.” I gasped, incensed. Why wasn’t she listening to me? “Why would it matter what you want…

The March

Their war cries rang in our ears as we marched, echoing our raspy breaths and heavy footsteps. It was as if they were still pursuing us, chasing us even now. We didn’t look back; there was nothing to look back to. We only walked, the soles of our feet aching from the miles already behind…

Needless Cares

It’s been a long time since I’ve entered the Ad Hoc Fiction Writing Competition, so I decided to have a go at this week’s prompt. This challenge is to write a story in 150 words or less, based on a specific word, this week’s word being “hill”. You can read and vote for last week’s entries here….

Not Like Other People

Here’s another piece of creative writing, prompted by the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This is a weekly challenge that asks its participants to write a story in 175 words or less based on the given photo prompt. Thanks for reading and enjoy! I’m not like other people. I used to be; I imagine that,…